Prescious Patterson

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I remember the way he looked at me that night, like I wasn’t someone’s mom, someone’s daughter or sister. I was just a girl in a bar who caught his eye. He looked at me like I was desirable, alluring. That look in his eyes made me feel free and wild and unworried. It made it easy for me to say yes, to throw caution to the wind and let myself go.
Wicked & Wildflower (Pacific Shores, #2)
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